_Fiction_
I was afraid,
I wasn't at all brave.
I wept with bitter tears,
At the time, full of fears.
What, you ask, is wrong?
I would tell you, but the story is far too long.
All i can do is just sit here.
And watch as every day goes by.
All i can do,
Is sit and cry.
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